Eye Gate Deep 05
"Breaking into"
by Elanor Pam
September 9, 2002: Began this chappie. Need to study. Well, do that later. Annoying. Listening to Theatre of Tragedy. Great band. Having dubbed Seto Kaiba Syndrome, guess. Oh, well. I'll write a bit and then study.
(After one hour) Boooooooring. I'm back. Studied a bit of language, literature and biology, but it's so boring… my eyes hurt. I wanna write.
September 16, 2002: Gosh. I tried to study today, I really tried. But I think I got a cold. My eyes hurt a bit, and I can barely breath by my nose. So, after squinting at the book for an hour and a half, I thought that mitosis and meiosis are better to study when you can actually differentiate a "g" from a "q" and an "e" from a "c". Besides, they (the guys that designed my school's books) had the wonderful idea of printing the Science part of the apostil with bright orange margins. I swear they shine in the dark. Well, I have more than a month till the test comes. The books can wait till my eyes get better. If only this cold feeling in my belly would disappear (a month, a month, a month, a month!! Gosh, anybody help me)…
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Yu-Gi-Oh belonged to Kazuki Takahashi. But "The Shining Blue Star" is actually my invention – there's no book called that, at least that I know (it's too lame a name) – and, also, the authors called "Yoshitaka" and "Jo-Ka" were created by me. They have their importance, not in this fic, but later on in this Yuugi-verse. ^_____^
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She looked around, panting, and resumed running. Tripping on her royally embroidered Chinese-looking kimono, she held her sleeves and the back of her garbs, to run without getting stuck at anything.
She didn't know what she was running from.
It looked like a palace; red adorned carpets hung from the walls, that were decorated with carvings and paintings showing scenes she could care less about at that moment. But she was disturbed a little by the fact that the walls were golden; fancy place, that one.
Running down a wide corridor, she noticed she was arriving to the outside; there were still illuminating globes here and there, but the place seemed to be getting some sort of bluish light.
She crossed a gate, and stopped in mid-track, dropping her clothes.
In awe, she looked around her. It seemed that place was into a bubble, underwater; she could see fishes swimming around, corals, and all sorts of marine plants lazily floating…
Suddenly, she noticed the place had some pillars, each one holding a different carving. One of them called her attention.
An eye. An Egyptian eye.
Well, she had thought she was at some sort of Chinese or Japanese palace. What's with the foreign eye, then?
Looking around some more, she noticed that each carving seemed to belong to some other civilization. One of them looked like a Mayan carving, and that other seemed Greek… wasn't that a Northern carving of Thor and his Hammer?
At the center was another eye – but a different one. That one was turned vertically, with a lot of arabesques around it. She walked slowly towards it, curious…
"DECIPHER ME, OR I'LL DEVOUR YOU."
She turned, but no one was there. Trembling, she looked at the eye again.
The eye blinked.
Anzu woke up, startled.
~~*~~*~~
He walked down the stairs, silently, looking at the shucked and darkened walls; that place gave him the creeps. He felt like something was going to jump and pounce at him at any moment.
He seemed to be lost at some kind of underground tunnel; his clothes were torn here and there, and a bit dirty, as if he had fought against someone. The place was in shadows, but he could spot a torch ahead. He ran towards it, and picked it from the wall – to see a hidden door open by his side.
Something made a noise behind him, and it was enough to make him take a decision; he jumped into the secret passageway just before it closed. Inside, it was way darker, but he felt safer.
Something touched his shoulder. "WAAAH!!"
He dropped the torch, that extinguished. 'So much for feeling safer…'
"Calm down, dude, it's ok, it's me" said a voice. It was faint and faraway, as if the scene was fading, but he could recognize it…
Suddenly, he felt the floor disappear, and the darkness deepened. It felt like he was floating in the middle of nowhere… 'Wha… what…? Oh, dude…'
"H-hey?" asked him, trembling. "Anybody there?"
Silence.
"C'mon, bro, that's not funny. Where are you? Where am I?"
The answer he received made his blood coil.
"DECIPHER ME, OR I'LL DEVOUR YOU."
Suddenly, he fell on a flat surface, clumsily. Feeling the thick layers of dust under his hands – sign of a long neglected place –, he tried to get up. His body hurt, but nothing he couldn't handle.
Looking ahead, he recognized the concrete walls of the school.
On the tile under his feet, he could see a sprayed eye.
Suddenly, he was at a completely different place, with brick walls written with characters he couldn't understand…
Honda woke up, panting.
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From one of his fingers, he could see a golden, almost invisible thread, going ahead until his eyes lost sight of it, melting with the air. It looked like a hair strand; very, very thin, and it reflected the ambient light like some kind of blade… But it wasn't tied to any of his fingers; somehow, it was attached to his hand in no visible way.
He followed it down the corridor, listening to his echoing footsteps; the paintings, hanging from the bluish-white walls, passed by him slowly, the electrical lamps on the ceiling throwing white reflections on the polished dark-metal-blue floor. He was careful of something, but he wasn't sure of what.
Suddenly he felt a sense of urgency; something felt wrong. Very wrong. He started running, the paintings passing by him quicker, quicker, becoming mere blurs; then he noticed that the line was going a bit to the side of the corridor.
It seemed stuck between the two sides of a large wooden double door. The door had a big eye carved on it, an eye just like the one in Yuugi's puzzle!
He opened the double door with a kick, but, for some reason, couldn't see what was behind it. It wasn't darkness; it had a strange, hazy mist, as if, behind that door, there was no certainty…
He tried walking into the mist, but saw himself at the beginning of the corridor, the thread pointing to the same place.
'What… but… how?'
"DECIPHER ME, OR I'LL DEVOUR YOU."
He looked around frantically, but was utterly alone. Shrugging, he tried to forget his crawling skin and racing heart, and try to understand just what the heck was going on.
Then he felt something. Something a bit heavy hung from his neck, and he hadn't noticed it till then. Puzzled, he opened his jacked to glance at his chest. He only saw his shirt, but, now, could clearly feel something cold being warmed against his skin.
Suddenly, a cross-like shape started to emit a golden light from under his shirt. "But what…"
Jounouchi fell from his bed.
~~*~~*~~
Yuugi fumbled at his drawer again. He had stayed in bed for the whole day, but couldn't sleep again; he felt completely energized, itching to do anything.
He smiled and picked a paper from the drawer. Somehow, the picture was there. He didn't remember putting it away, though.
Maybe grandpa had found it?
No, no. He would have noticed. Grandpa was a very bad actor. Maybe, because of that, he was hard to deceive.
And it would be hard, even if he were a pro actor, to act normally after seeing that he had it.
Yuugi sighed. He hated hiding things from him, and lying to him, but that was the only way. If his grandpa didn't trust him to get over that, than he had no choice than to wait till the old man felt he was "ready".
Well, he couldn't just bent down and mop as if there was no tomorrow, could he? He was no child – at least not mentally… and he considered himself to be strong enough to face any "cruel truth" his grandpa could be hiding about…
He put the picture away, carefully, and started to organize his school material; after that, he put his beloved puzzle box on the desk, lay down on the bed and tried to sleep. Good word: he tried. After doing nothing for an entire day, he couldn't sleep at all. Excess of energy, he guessed.
Sighing, he started thinking about the dream he had had earlier that day. A green field, a forest at the background, three Pyramids and a speaking Sphinx. Go figure… his mind was probably playing pranks at him. 'Well, that's not the first time', he frowned to himself.
His mind replayed some scenes he'd be better off forgetting – a gang, blurred movements, standing at an empty alley… he shuddered. Well, he'd better try to sleep… so easy to say.
He eventually fell asleep; but one of the last things that passed through his mind was an Ouija Board, Anzu, his Grandpa and him, and a strange message…
YOU HAVE YOURSELF WITH YOU. AND ME TOO.
~~*~~*~~
"You shouldn't have come."
"I'm ok."
"He's right, Yuugi, as incredible as it seems…"
"Hey!!"
"…you should have stayed home, at least this morning, if you plan on coming later to explore…"
"And let you guys do it all alone behind my back? I'm not so naïve."
Yuugi sat on his chair, sighing contently. He was feeling much better that day, really. A bit tired, but fine nonetheless. He remembered finely their decision of exploring the "bloody tile", as Jounouchi nicknamed it. That night, they were going to do something very naughty – break into the school and roam inside it… and to think his grandfather was the most excited with the idea. That old child…
The three boys looked around. Anzu usually was in class before them… it was strange to walk into class and not see her there. Had something happened?
Their question was answered that moment, when she opened the classroom door in a hurry, running inside, panting.
She sat down. "Hey, guys!…" she wiped some sweat from her face.
"Something happened" Yuugi's comment was more of a statement than an actual question; Anzu smiled at him, nodding.
"My godmother phoned, and I got carried away talking with her. It seems she had a daughter!!"
"Your godmother!?" Yuugi stood up, excited. "Your mother's cousin, that nice woman that lives abroad? Oh, so she had married, I never knew that!!"
"Yes, it was a big surprise for me! She had never told me about it either, but it seems she has been married for quite a time, at least some four years…"
"Four years? How come? The last time I saw her was last Christmas Eve, and I didn't notice anything… she had no ring, nothing to show she was…"
Jounouchi and Honda looked at each side of the talk, as if following a ping-pong ball; they felt left out of the topic. But, well, Yuugi and Anzu knew each other since they were two little brats…
"Alright, alright, back to your seats!" said the teacher, entering the classroom. Suzuki-sensei was a relatively new teacher, and a very good one; she didn't even mind the mockeries some students made on her glasses, something that raised the opinions about her. She was the Literature/Writing teacher, serious and severe, but not lacking sense of humor off-class; and entered the school with a very good résumé, but, for some reason, didn't seem to like the headmaster that much.
The students sat obediently at their respective desks, while Suzuki-sensei wrote a composition theme on the board, something like "Money doesn't bring happiness, but it can help – reflect". The fwrapping sound of paper sheets and notebooks repeated itself all around the, for once, quiet class, as the teenagers caught their pencils and pens to start writing, some of them groaning, but not daring to raise their voices. Suzuki-sensei was severe.
Yuugi liked writing; he was fairly proud of his own imagination. Anyway, the theme sounded like something interesting to discuss. Looking at his side, he saw Anzu, her hair dropping by the side of her face. She looked very cute. He blushed, and searched for some other thing to look at.
He saw himself looking at Honda, and held a chuckle. The dark-haired boy had a look of utter despair – understandable, since "sucks" would be an understatement regarding his writing skills. He definitely wasn't fit for that.
Moving his eyes again, Yuugi came across Jounouchi. Someone that knew him would expect to see the same face Honda had; that's why the class was quite surprised at Suzuki-sensei's first class. Before her, the Lit/Writing teacher was boring as hell, and Jounouchi usually spent the Tuesday and Thursday's classes sleeping. But, apart from grammar and orthography mistakes, the teacher had actually praised his reasoning line, after the first composition was corrected. But, if Jounouchi liked her or not, it was difficult to say; he always seemed languid and quiet at her classes, and only Honda seemed to understand what was his problem. Yuugi would like to know, but, as it seemed to be personal, he didn't ask.
Yuugi went back to his own work, writing quickly, his pen scratching the paper slightly; he had also been praised by her on the first class, something the other teacher never did. But the other teacher was so conservative and thickheaded that he never really appreciated anybody's work, anyway. Everybody hated him, even Kaiba, the student that never seemed to mind if there was a teacher at the room or not.
Yuugi smiled as he went on to the second paragraph. At the beginning of her first class, Suzuki-sensei had given a list of her favorite authors and recommended books, and he was kinda glad he had read most of them; principally "The Shining Blue Star" by Yoshitaka and Jo-Ka's books, although the latter had stopped writing five years before.
He started another paragraph. Suzuki-sensei had even begun analyzing some of the books in class; as she attested that Jo-Ka's books were flawless, she said that Yoshitaka's Shining Blue Star should have been revised more times – "It still looks like a rough draft, a bit rushed", was what she said. Shining Blue Star had been turned into a movie, and most part of the class had watched it, so the topic produced an interesting discussion. But when Jounouchi moodily agreed that it was "nothing more than a damn sketch!", the whole class erupted in laughing, until it became sure that he had actually read the book – something unlike all the beliefs people had about him. The laughter made him shy a bit, and he hadn't said another word about any book since then.
(After that, with a weird expression, he confessed to Yuugi he had read it only because it was thin.)
With a relieved sigh, Yuugi finished the last paragraph, and started reading it from the beginning; he wasn't paying any attention around him at all.
Suzuki-sensei had been sitting at her desk, looking over other classes' works, as the students wrote their dissertations; she sighed, tiredly, organizing the pile and stacking it at a corner of the teacher's desk. She glanced at the teenagers, seeing that they were doing exactly what they were told to do; then, the sharp eyes behind her glasses looked towards the door – or maybe the corridor behind it…
And a pair of big, innocent eyes, just after looking over the finished composition, couldn't help but notice it.
The big, kind eyes suddenly seemed glassy, hazy, sleepy…
…and then sharpened. Sharpened as much as a knife, as a sword; and then it passed, leaving a confused little boy to wonder.
'Did I drift off? I feel a bit sleepy… no, I shouldn't sleep. It'll worry Anzu, Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun.'
The teacher didn't notice him either. She only had eyes to what she had seen the other day.
~~*~~*~~
"Crap, I knew that wasn't right, I should have wrote a bit about…"
The teens tried to shut Honda's whimpering moans out of their brains, as they checked their own works. Suzuki-sensei had corrected the compositions throughout the day and, near the end of the day, she asked some person to take the works to their class. Staying behind for sometime as the other students desperately ran home, they were discussing the results.
"Stop complaining already, Honda, you were completely off the topic." Anzu cut the dark-haired boy's whining rant. "You don't even have imagination to make a joke."
"HA-HA-HA!!" Jounouchi snobbishly shoved his composition in Honda's face. "Look, big baby, even I got a better result than you!"
Jounouchi's composition had a big, accusing 45, but, as Honda had a 12, that was almost something to brag about.
"Hey, Yuugi!" Jounouchi turned to his little friend, that was busy putting his material away. "How was your paper?"
Yuugi wordlessly handed him the paper sheet, keeping with his task; the infamous composition exhibited a crushing "92 – Congrats"! Under it, could be read:
Good organization
Well-worked reasoning
Perfect grammar
Good orthography
Jounouchi silently regarded it, as Yuugi finished with his backpack and innocently asked "Can I see yours?"
The blond boy didn't even have courage enough to look at him while he handed his notebook sheet. Yuugi took a good look at the 45. Under the grade, it was written:
Very interesting and inventive reasoning line!!
Evil, evil grammar
Your orthography is a nightmare!
Yuugi sweat-dropped. "Well, she praised your 'reasoning line' more than mine…"
Jounouchi sighed. "Yeah, but I got a 45 anyway. It's disheartening…"
"Disheartening?" Yuugi repeated, looking at Jounouchi's slumped face. "Why, do you plan on writing?"
"…not exactly…" Jounouchi stood up, picking his composition from Yuugi's hands and starting to put his material away.
Yuugi folded his one, tucking it at a pocket. "Maybe being a writer or reporter?"
"I don't really have any plan" the blond boy looked at Honda and Anzu's bickering, his face a bit sad. "It's just that, when she said that my ideas were very good, I thought I could be good at something for a change. Well, she praised my ideas, and what? Now I know that ideas can't give you good grades…" he suddenly snorted, chuckling.
Yuugi smiled a bit. "Well, there's a way for you to write a 100-worthing composition!"
"Yeah?" Jounouchi looked at him, amused. "So what's it?"
"Studying grammar and orthography!!" Yuugi shot him an innocent grin.
They started laughing, attracting the attention of the two forgotten teens.
"But that would be too much work!!" Jou managed to say, wiping a tear.
"Hey, you're waiting for a miracle or what?" Yuugi laughed too, clutching the side of his belly.
Anzu stood up, picking her backpack. "How about we get going? Tonight we'll have a lot of work to do."
"Yeah" Jounouchi smiled. "C'mon, Honda, stop crying already."
Honda sniffled a bit, before shoving the composition in a pocket and getting up with the most pitiful face ever made. Mumbling things like "I hate Suzuki-sensei and her crappy compositions", he picked his backpack, and the teens walked out of the door and down the corridor.
As they'd been doing for the last two weeks or so, they stopped in front of their special torture point, faces completely serious; this time, though, they looked intently at a specific tile.
Jounouchi was right; thin red lines could be hardly seen, almost imagined, but they were there. If a person let his or her eyes wander and focus at nothing, the lines would suddenly jump out and blaze a fiery red-blood color. It was bone-chilling.
But, for Yuugi, it was also fascinatingly horrible.
Something in the back of his mind seemed to try to reach out for it, and at the same time keep him away from it; lost between the two feelings, the boy could only stare, without knowing his eyes were eerily glassy and misty.
Anzu quickly noticed something wrong with him, but, before she could call his attention, she noticed…
"What are you doing here?" a sharp voice called from behind them, making them all freeze; turning, startled, the foursome set their eyes on Suzuki-sensei, a stack of books on her left arm, the other hand at her waist – much to Honda's dismay and Jounouchi's… Jounouchi's what?
Yuugi couldn't really tell what Jounouchi's face meant, since it was the weirdest expression he had ever seen in the world. Not really noticeable; but Yuugi was quite good at reading other people's faces. He looked a bit disturbed and not that much of surprised, definitely not the expression he'd have if it was, say, Sawamura-sensei instead of Suzuki-sensei. Speaking of her…
"The classes ended fifteen minutes ago. What have you been doing all by yourselves during this time?" her eyes were so sharp it was scary…
Yuugi pulled his composition from the pocket in a blink. "Discussing the composition, sensei" he said, looking intently at her with his most innocent look. "We hadn't noticed that all this time passed. We're very sorry…"
She looked at him straight into the eyes and then smiled kindly. "Well… it's alright. I'm just worried, students that have walked around at the empty school are getting weird."
"Wha--?!" Jounouchi's squeak took them all by surprise.
"Yes" she looked sharply at him, again. "It looks like they lost their minds or something. They don't move by themselves, don't talk by themselves, and their eyes are completely dull; they look almost like zombies…"
Now Jounouchi was having a normal reaction: he paled like a vanilla ice cream. "Z-z-zo-zo-zomBIES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" he said the last syllable with a very high tone, as his voice would usually get whenever he was scared to death.
"Yes" she said, once again. "The headmaster was against spreading this through the students, and most teachers agreed, but I believe that only the knowledge can prevent the problems from spreading. That's what schools are for, in the first place." she gave Yuugi's composition back. "Now go home. And, Jounouchi, study a bit more of orthography. It's your worse point."
The blond teenager sighed, annoyed, and they turned to go, walking down the stairs and talking lightly. Honda's voice could be heard "See, Jounouchi, I'm so bad there's nothing she can advise me to do to get better…"
Suzuki-sensei kept on looking at the direction they had walked to, her eyes gleaming strangely. Then, she looked at the floor – or maybe at a certain tile…
At the second floor, the teens bumped on an old friend of theirs.
"Oh, you're back!!" Haruno Takasugi left her broom leaning on the wall, and leaned down to look at Yuugi. "Feeling better, dear?"
Yuugi blinked at her, surprised, and then smiled. "Yes, thanks for worrying so much. It was just an anemia."
"Ooh, I'm so relieved!" she caressed the boy's hair, much to his embarrassment. "Now, all you need is to take it easy, right? Will you? Please don't be harsh on yourself."
"I-I won't" Yuugi managed to keep a normal tone, although he, as well as the other three, thought that woman acted in a disturbing way.
She smiled sweetly. "Excuse me…" she picked the broom on the wall. "I have to sweep the third floor… good bye for you. Be careful on the way home!" she jumped up the stairs energetically.
They looked at each other, silently. She was disturbing… or maybe disturbed. Shrugging, they kept on, although some doubts and hypothesis, as well as certainties, hovered in more than one mind, Jounouchi's being one of them.
Haruno arrived at the third floor, where Suzuki-sensei still was standing. They looked at each other.
Maybe some special eyes could witness the battle of will that took place for less than a second. Lightening flickered around, thunders filled the air, and suddenly it was all over. All was normal.
Humming to herself, Haruno started sweeping in front of a door, while Suzuki-sensei, yawning, walked down the stairs. Still humming, Haruno entered one of the classrooms, and closed the door. The corridor stayed empty, innocently singing in silence.
The headmaster walked up the stairs, and looked at all sides, as if expecting something to jump at him. Munching his cigar nervously, he walked down the corridor, and looked around suspiciously. Not seeing anybody, he sighed in relief; turning, he walked down the stairs again.
"So nobody's here" he smiled to himself. "And all teachers were getting so worked up about it…"
He threw the cigar at a trashcan, lighting another immediately. "It's not like I would let something happen at my school, is it? Of course not. I built this place almost twenty years ago, when the old one burned down… this is my second home. I know every inch of it."
He blew some smoke, watching it slowly spread through the air and disappear, like some unidentified feeling.
Without being noticed, Suzuki-sensei watched him from behind a pillar. The eyes behind the glasses threw daggers at him.
If looks could kill, the Headmaster would have been a goner months before.
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That afternoon, Jounouchi didn't go to work. His father would never know.
Anzu would make homework and sleep at Yuugi's house, same with Honda.
So many ways to deceive innocent, unknowing parents…
Sugoroku opened some big sheets of paper on the living room's short table, the teens leaning over it to look. They all gasped.
"Grandpa" Yuugi was breathless. "This is…"
"A map of the school" he smiled, proudly. "I've had this for some time, but never thought it would be so useful."
"But" Anzu looked at him, openmouthed. "How?"
"Yeah", Honda agreed, "It's not everywhere you can find a complete map of a big school. Look, even the water canalization! And look, the air passages!! Gramps, this is… this is…"
"A life saver!" Jounouchi picked one of them, energetically, making it fly in the air gracious and carefully, guiding it with a hand till it slowly dropped in his lap. "Look, the third floor map. From here, if you look at the window, you can see the clock at the shopping's tower. And here, if you look at this side, you face a chemistry table poster. Neat, uh?"
There was no answer, as they slowly moved their heads to face him, staring in silence. He blinked at them, till Yuugi finally talked, hesitatingly.
"That was… er… random…?"
"I was just showing I could localize myself in this!!" he yelled, indignant.
"Of course" Honda sighed. "The clock tower is where you look at when you really, really want to get out of class. And at chemistry tests you always look at that infamous table. No wonder you can localize yourself!"
The sound of muffled snickers surrounded the small table, as Jounouchi glared at Honda in an annoyed way. "Now can we get this thing going?" he asked, suddenly.
"Er…" Sugoroku scratched his head. "Right." He picked the map from Jounouchi's lap and spread it through the table. "I don't know if we can enter the place by the front gate…"
"We can" said Honda. "At least me and Jounouchi have entered the school grounds at night, a lot of times. But we jumped the gates, the walls, you know."
Jounouchi looked at them, as if measuring their abilities. "Anzu is agile enough to jump a wall, she has a good physic for that. I can't say about Yuugi, since he's been sick and all, but, even if he couldn't, he's light enough to be carried. The only problem is you, gramps."
"WHAT??!" Sugoroku punched the table. "I CAN DO IT ON MY OWN, YOU, YOU, YOU…"
"Er… sorry…" Jounouchi lifted his hands to calm him down. 'And I was gonna say nobody here would be able to carry him…'
"ANYWAY!" Yuugi's sudden loud voice startled them, and he kept on, after gaining their attention. "Sometimes the gates are kept unlocked at night, when the cleaners have to check up security. They do that at late night every Monday because it's the time where more break-ins happen."
Now it was his time to blink, as they stared at him in silence. "What?"
"How… how do you know that?" Sugoroku blinked at his grandson.
"I've been at the infirmary a lot of times" he said, naturally ", and they have a warning or something at the wall saying that the whole school was searched every Monday night, and any missing object should be reported or something. And once the doctor was talking about how the cleaners would forget to lock the gates after entering the school, since they were used to doing that every morning…"
"Yeah, but that depends more on luck" countered Honda. "We've gone to school at very late hours to win bets and never found the gates open, right, Jounouchi?"
"We never tried opening, anyway" Jounouchi stated, matter-of-factly.
Another silence followed that… disturbing… comment, and they silently decided to just forget about it and go on.
"Look, there is an easier way" Anzu started. "If Mutou-san can't jump the gates, we jump, get him some stairs from the storehouse inside, and the problem is solved."
"Yeah, that's a way" said Yuugi, quickly, before his grandfather could start shouting.
The boy pulled the first floor map from under the other ones, spreading it on top of the table. "Now, we should start planning what to do to enter the main building. There will be people inside, you know. We can't just open the gates and walk around."
Suddenly Anzu sputtered and began laughing. They looked at her, oddly.
"Whassup, Anzu?" Jounouchi felt her forehead.
She pushed his hand away. "It's not that!" she stopped laughing a little. "I was just thinking how it looks; we're here planning an assault over a school as if we were an army planning an assault over a castle…"
Yuugi smiled, his sweet, innocent, but (for the ones who knew him well) slightly dangerous smile. "Just like an RPG game" he said, softly. "In the end, this is just a game we're playing…"
Yuugi picked a Tokyo Tower miniature and used it to hold a corner of the map. This time, his large, shining eyes were completely serious.
"But we still need to know who we're playing against."
They all nodded and leaned over the map, discussing their plans.
~~*~~*~~
Yuugi put his jacket on. 'Time to go – finally!'
Picking a shoulder bag, he started putting in it things he thought would come in handy. Scissors, probably… maybe a pencil, an eraser and a sharpener? Well, nobody knows… out of habit, he also put his aerosol deodorant in the bag. Absent-mindedly, he started searching on his desk for anything that could be of use…
Without even noticing, his hand slipped the puzzle inside it.
"Yuugi!" his grandfather's voice called. "Ready already?"
"Yes, I'm coming!" he closed the bag, hanging it on his shoulder and running downstairs.
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Hm… September 22, 2002. Not bad. I could have ended this chapter earlier, but it seemed so wrong to post it when I could write it longer. Anyway, I've got almost a whole page of next chapter ready, and as I write with font Verdana size 8, that's a lot already.
As you can see, things are finally moving… the last part is probably a bit badly written, and there is nothing funny in this chapter (at least I didn't find anything…), but real life isn't helping, you know. Well, nothing serious is happening with me (apart from a nasty cold. And I had anemia also, how funny… maybe that's why I'm always so sleepy at physics classes!). And, well, I can say that this chapter has A LOT of allusions to my Yuugi-verse in general (probably things that'll only appear in later, much later fics!). And I inserted Kaiba!! Well, just mentioned his name, but he is indeed in Yuugi's class. Just to put him there.
How did you like the little twist? Nobody was expecting a new chara so late in the fic, ne? She'll appear in later fics too, but her role will be a bit… limited. Still, I like her. Suzuki-sensei. No, the problem with Jounouchi isn't *quite* love. You'll know later. But you'll probably be disappointed.
I'm happy today, mainly because I've finally discovered Megatokyo.com!! Yay! Piro rocks, he's so nice. And Largo is completely nuts. I wonder if there are really zombies in Tokyo or if it's just in his head. It would be nice if there were, you know. ^_____^
Well, er… now I have another reason to be late with chapters. I've got Diablo II Expansion… ^___^ I'm kinda trying to get the controls, I'm no very used with a game with so many functions. It's so complicated!! Er, well, I've got no topic anymore. Bye, bye… kisses… blahblah… yadayada…